We have watched over the past several weeks as the snow line on Mount Ararat has crept steadily closer and closer to our little village. The weather has changed from unbearably hot and dry to cold and rainy.
Clothes which dried in a few hours on the line when we first arrived now take several days- when they can be dried outside at all. Every available surface in our room has been transformed into a makeshift laundry-line several times at this point
This morning we woke to find a fine layer of frost coating the garden, and it felt like the rainy autumn might give way to winter at last.
Like a crazy person, I rushed out into the garden in my pajamas to take pictures before the frost melted. The family was horrified and are convinced that I'm going to die of cold- or worse- not be able to have children. (Apparently cold goes straight to your uterus here).
But I did get some pretty awesome photos from the outing, so we'll call it an even trade.
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